Since Zhuang Mingge's trip to Qatar was a temporary decision, and the Crown Prince Althani's request for "recommended players" was a little sudden, because there was still a big gap in support needed by the Qatar League, Zhuang Mingge decided to explore some "potential players" who were about to retire and obtain some funds from it. In this way, he bid farewell to Crown Prince Althani and took Karin on a flight to Rome.

Karin was very surprised. Why did Zhuang Mingge choose the destination of the players to be introduced in Rome? In his impression, there is no suitable goal to win over in Rome?

Is Signori? Impossible. As the top scorer of the last Serie A league, selling him is equivalent to digging his own grave. A star like Signori would not choose to join a minor league in this time store, even if the salary it gives is several times the current contract. Not to mention Signori, it is Lazio's other Italian striker, Kasirac, even if Cranioti wants to sell it, he will never be sold to the Qatar League.

Could it be Gianni? This is simply a fantasy. Giannini is the symbol of the Rome club. He is called "Prince of Rome" by fans (Later Totti took over the title from Giannini). If he was sold to Qatar like this, Franco Sensi would be tied to a cross by Rome fans to conduct a city-wide parade the next day.

As for Nesta, Totti, Grandoni, and other fames are limited to young players in Italy. Both clubs in Rome regard them as the team's future hope, and it is even more impossible to sell them to other clubs.

Karin really couldn't imagine which "Roman" striker Zhuang Mingge had fallen in love with. Her several inquiries on the plane always brought Zhuang Mingge's expression of "the secret cannot be revealed".

Since Zhuang Mingge does not have a private car yet, Karin rented a car at a car rental company near the airport. However, unlike before, Karin rented a car this time is a bit worn.

"Sister Karin, why did you rent such an old car this time?" Zhuang Mingge asked in confusion. Before, Karin chose the best car when renting a car.

"Tony, do you have any objection?" Karin turned her head and showed a dangerous smile. "I am a very real person, so I won't pretend to be a charlatan like some people."

"Of course not!" It turned out to be a revenge for his pretentious behavior on the plane.

After getting in the car, Zhuang Mingge took out a note from his briefcase and signaled Karin to drive the car to the address written on the note.

Karin, who has been to Rome many times, is very familiar with the road conditions in Rome. She drove straight to her destination according to the address on the note. More than half an hour later, the car finally arrived at the destination located in the outskirts of Rome.

"Tony, are you sure you didn't say the wrong address?" As soon as he got off the car, Karin was surprised to find that the destination written on the note was not a club or a private house he imagined, but a special "violent" institution.

Zhuang Mingge, who had been sitting in the car and kept complaining in his heart that there were no good items for the cheap rent, was glad that he finally arrived at his destination before he was completely motion sick.

Zhuang Mingge got out of the car, rubbed his temples, and looked up: "That's right, it's here!"

This "destination" that Karin didn't guess was, a sign stood beside its gate, which read: Lazio District Second Prison.

After learning about the identity of the visitor, the warden did not dare to neglect it and directly invited Zhuang Mingge and the other one to the warden's office. However, when the warden asked about Zhuang Mingge's purpose, he showed some difficulty.

Zhuang Mingge was very puzzled by this. Although he did not understand Italy's judicial and prison system very well, he did not expect that it would be so difficult to visit an "ordinary" prisoner.

"Mr. Warden, do you mean I don't have the right to visit that prisoner?" Due to some bad impressions of violent institutions in my previous life, Zhuang Mingge didn't like to deal with these people all the time, so he simply asked the question straight to the point.

The warden was stunned for a moment, but then he realized that the other party should have misunderstood what he meant, so he further explained to Zhuang Mingge:

"Oh, Mr. Corleon, what I want to tell you is that things are not what you think. Our prison system for visiting prisoners is relatively relaxed." When the warden said this, he smiled friendlyly at Zhuang Mingge, and he continued to explain:

"But, the 'inmate' you are asking to visit now has a special identity. We have promised him that unless it is a special situation, he will not be allowed to meet anyone who comes to visit so that he can actively prepare for the war..."

"Actively prepare for war?...Mr. Warden, your prison is not an encouragement to fight among prisoners, right?" Since traveling through time, Zhuang Mingge, who has never suspected his listening in Italian, hadn't he doubted his own knowledge of Italian. If he hadn't seen Karin, he would have looked puzzled, and he almost thought he had heard it wrong.

"Haha, Mr. Corleon, you are really humorous. How can we encourage fighting in our prison?... I mean, I want to provide a relatively quiet and comfortable preparation environment for the amateur players of the Second Prison in Lazio Region... You must know that our Second Prison team has just reached the final of the Italian Prison System Football League. This is the first time in the thirty years since the establishment of our Second Prison." After the warden said that, he proudly introduced the personnel of their Second Prison team to Zhuang Mingge.

"Uh, no, Mr. Warden, can prisoners also represent your prison system in the amateur league?" In Zhuang Mingge's opinion, such a thing would never happen if it was placed in the "domestic".

"Haha, haven't I told you that his situation is special? I personally would never dare to make a decision to let a prisoner participate in such a competition. However, he received special approval from the judicial department and could indeed participate in the competition." As he said that, the warden really dug out such a "special approval" document from the file cabinet behind him.

After seeing such a document that a special criminal can participate in football matches specially for those who supervise prisoners, Zhuang Mingge, who thought he was "informed" enough, once again gained knowledge. He sighed that it was nothing else, but that he finally personally verified a rumor that had heard from him: the welfare benefits of Italian criminals are the best in the world...
Chapter completed!